The Waiting Game

by timbo

20 Sep 2018 1457 readers Score 9.1 (25 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt


I'd been a voluntary captive without attention for nearly an hour it felt. My anxiety was as stiff as my cock, which was relentless to subside. I suppose the excitement kept the blood coursing through my cock, throbbing, pulsing, waiting for attention. My wrists loosely bound above my shoulders to the headboard, I felt my shoulders getting soar. Should I slip out of these while he's gone, I wondered. Would he be upset? Would that be a good or a bad thing? My mind raced as I waited for Sir to return. I heard their muffled voices from the other side of the bedroom door.

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I was startled when the door opened suddenly, Sir's body filling the doorway. As he shuffled in, I caught a quick glimpse of the contractor in the kitchen. Seeing only the back of his sandy brown head, his body appeared younger than Sir's, he had on a grey t-shirt with overalls and had a pencil behind his ear. The sight was cut short when Sir closed the door quietly.

"Miss me?" he asked in a sort of deep whisper.

"Fuck yeah, I did," I groveled back, eager for him to be back in here. 

He makes his way to the bed, and as he climbs onto it I'm able to see the outline of his stiffening cock through his shorts. His eyes are locked onto my throbbing cock, starving for attention, slowly leaking warm lust that needed catered. He enveloped my cock in his mouth, causing my entire body to shake. Finally, this pulsing cock has a warm wet mouth. He circled his tongue all around my shaft. Moaning quietly, he reached his hand to my mouth and covered it. This made me close to cumming almost immediately. I writhed my hips into his face and he traced his wet finger around my hole. I was going to cum! But he told me not to cum until I was told.

"Mmm, mmm mm," I tried to moan, muffled by his thick hands. "Mmmm mm!!"

He gripped my jaw harder with his fingers, "Mmmmmm!" I succumbed.

I shot. I shot and I shot, and I shot. Stream after stream into his throat. My groans and gasps were covered and nearly silenced by his firm grip around my mouth, but the pleasure couldn't shut me completely up. As my body drained itself of the cum built up over the last ninety minutes, my head grew light and I realized I was covered in sweat. The orgasm famously subsided and Sir pulled my half hard, slob covered cock from his mouth, keeping a firm grip on my mouth. He drew close to my face.

"What did I tell you?" he asked, not releasing his grip. "Hm? what did I tell you?"

I tried to moan through his grip, "Mm, mm-" I winced.

"Shut up!" he raised his voice. "You're in trouble," he glared into my eyes.

I held his glance for several seconds before submissively nodding. 

"I'll be right back," he said as he released my jaw and stood up from the bed and swiftly leaving the room.

I laid my head back, gasping for air. My body felt completely void of every one of its natural liquids. Semen, sweat, water, blood. It felt as if I had shot it all, and he'd taken it from me. I closed my eyes, nearly delirious.


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He returned in only a few minutes with a glass of water. As I saw the glass of water my mouth grew insatiably dry. 

"Ooo, ooo yes! I'm so thirsty," I said eagerly.

"I had a feeling," he said, tracing his fingertips from one sweat bead to the next on my chest and stomach. 

"Aren't I in trouble, Sir?" I asked, gulping down the water.

He took the empty glass from me and sat it on the nightstand. 

"You are, boy."

"Why am I in trouble?" I asked, coy.

"Because you've cum twice now. And I haven't at all," he continued tracing his fingers along my body. Slowly going from my stomach to my waistline, around my cock and onto the inside of my legs. I close my eyes and bite my lip in bliss. "I say we even the score. How about you?"

"Yes, Sir," I smile.

In one sudden and swift move he drops his shorts and leaps onto the bed, grabbing my ankles and holding the above me, positioning his knees under my butt. I gasp as I feel his thick cock grind against my wide spread hole. I pulled at my wrist cuffs, the soft cotton material too strong to give. He leaned in and swallowed my cock into his mouth as I stiffened and he ground his waist against mine, sliding his rod repeatedly over my hole. I felt my cock escape from his mouth and he raised his hand to his mouth and spat on his fingers. Wiping this mixture of my pre cum and his saliva onto my hole, he ran his finger in circles, teasing me.

"Ahhh," I cried in pleasure, "yes! Please!"

He gently penetrated my hole and slid his index finger increasingly further inside me, quickly finding my prostate. I trembled and gasped, giving it away.

"There it is," he smiled, titling his finger rapidly inside me, massaging away at my prostate.

"Oh my-!" I nearly yelled.

"Be quiet!" he said just as loud. I curled my lips as to muffle myself.

Around and around he went on my prostate, tirelessly diddling deep inside of me. It was as if my prostate went numb after a few moments, and I lied in complete ecstasy. 

My eyes closed and head firmly back on the bed, hands over my mouth, I didn't realize he was sliding inside of me until feeling returned to my prostate. His finger swiftly withdrew and a bulbous, slimy head took it's place. I felt him penetrate my hole quickly, shooting a nerve through my hole and up my spine. I gasped. He remained still and told me to breathe, reassuring me the pain will pass. He laid his hand gently on my stomach and breathed in deeply with me as I winced.

"In," he whispered and inhaled, "and out," he exhaled.

We did this together for a moment as he remained still inside of me, his stiff cock having only breached my hole but a couple inches. He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around my back, enveloping me in a kiss. Our lips curled and tongues wrestled the other. 

Then he pushed further. My arms pulled tightly against my restraints, I curled my toes, I clenched my body. He sucked me further into his kiss, passionately. My arms began to relax, my toes gave, and my body eased. After several painful minutes, finally my hole was warmly welcoming it's newest intruder. A welcome intruder.

He pulled out until I felt his tip almost retreat from my hole, before plunging it deep back in.

"Be quiet, boy," he repeated as he thrust and plunged himself into me again.

"Ahh!!" I couldn't help it.

He pulled my mouth to his mouth and muffled my moans with his lips, forcing me to gasp and wince and groan into him. He plunged deep inside of me and I wanted to wrap my arms around him and hold him inside of me, but couldn't. I wanted to stroke my sore stiff cock, but couldn't. I wanted so many things with my arms but they were secured, helplessly outstretched on either sides of me. 

"Yes, Sir! Yes! Yes, Sir!" I gasped as he thrust.

His headboard knocked hard against the wall, then again, and again. His thrusting made a rhythmic thump against the wall that is characteristically sexual by nature. 

"Ahh, boy," he grunted in my face, breaking our kiss.

"Ohhh Sir, pleasee," I whined.

 "Ahhhhh boyy," he groaned louder. His thrusts became more full, plunging deeper inside of me and withdrawing entirely. The slapping of our skin was cracking and unmistakeable.

His grip around my back tightened and he pulled himself as far into me as he could, straining my wrist cuffs as he pulled my body to him, stretching my arms further.

"Ahhhhhhh!" he gasped as I felt a flood of warmth fill my insides. 

He very slowly thrusted into me a few more times, churning his cum deep inside of me before withdrawing even more slowly. My hole suctioned around his thick cock and seemed to spit as he pulled out, allowing a few drops of cum to spill out. 

I laid breathless on the bed, gasping for air as I felt his cum swimming around my insides. I felt a pool of warmth just inside my hole and knew I had taken all of his liquids just as he had taken mine. His body falls completely limp beside me, shaking the bed. He wipes the sweat from his face and strokes his glistening cock gently as it's firmness fades. Pools of cum from inside me gather on his shaft and tip as he strokes. 

"We made some noise," he said staring at the ceiling, breathing deeply still.

"Well at least it wasn't just me," I teased. 

He rolled off the bed and pulled his clothes back on.

I began to wonder if that was it. Not like, "that's it?" because I was thoroughly satisfied, but if that was all for the day. Was I going to be let out now? Aren't we done?

"Sooo," I raised my cuffs and shook them, "are we done?"

He laughed and stood beside me, gripping my cock that was still stiff from him breeding me. "Doesn't look like you're done to me," he smiled. 

He wasn't wrong. I always had reinforcements in me, and I'd blown twice in the matter of a couple hours? I've got one more in me I thought. 

"I have an idea," he said with a mischievous look.

"What's that?" I asked, intrigued. 

He stared at me for a moment, "I'll be back," he said plainly, and turned and left the room before flipping the light switch to turn on the ceiling fan.

I laid my head back, drenched in sweat, staring at the quickening fan. The cool air spread over my body, finding each sweaty, hot crevasse and soothing it. I reveled in this cold airy bliss with my eyes closed, a smile across my face. 


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"No sleeping," Sir said as he walked back in. It couldn't have been but fifteen or so minutes since he'd left, thankfully. He made his way to the bed.

"Just resting my eyes, Sir," I winced. "I'm thirsty, Sir."

He stood beside the bed and ran his eyes from my confined wrists to my lips, then down my torso to my now flaccid, drained cock. He gently gripped my cock and rolled it in his fingers, as I squirm slightly. 

Tracing his fingers up and down my body, "I'll get you a refill," he says.

He opened the door to leave the room but was surprised by the contractor in front of the doorway. Sir stopped for a moment, with the door open, showing my naked body confined to his bed. I turned my head to see the contractor looking at me, his eyes as wide as a deer in headlights. It's now that I see his boyish face with a chiseled jaw line that connected itself to a man's body. Shorter than Sir, maybe even shorter than me, but the way his grey t-shirt constricted his bulging arms before concealing them, and that he was in overalls that could be unhooked on the front, fall, and expose all of his hidden natural endowment.

"Uh, er, can I help you?" Sir asked.

PART 3 COMING SOON